A series of short hisses

Two minute ride to the daycare provider in the morning provides a few moments of dad and Tob' solo time. Usually him singing, or being excited about seeing his friends.

Last week, we get in the car, start driving. I am trying to defrost the windshield with half a gallon of windshield washer fluid, when he pops one.

"Dad: question."

Okay, Tob. Just a sec.

Few more squirts while I mull perhaps pulling out the AMEx card and use it for a scraper on the windshield.

"Dad! I have a question."

Windshield semi-clear now. Radio goes down.

Okay, what's up.

"It's an important question. Serious question." (He is reciting my lines back to me, this is what I ask him before I usually ask him, with a serious face, if he'd like a kick in the pants).

Shoot.

"Dad ... snakes ... do you think they laugh?"

Well, I don't know Tob. They might. They seem pretty serious though.

"Well, if they do laugh, do you think when they laugh they make a noise like this (makes a series of short hissing noises)?"

I think that if they do laugh, yes, they make a noise like that, I tell him.

"Okay, that's what I thought.

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